Sven scratches his rotting forehead and says "Well, the cart won't fit 'round the corner, so I don't know if the disc will? The alleyway becomes barely enough for me to stand straight between the two walls".
Sven leads the party around the corner. The alley winds around the building a bit and then recesses into small breezeway at the very back of the building. As you round the narrow alleyway corner you see a pile of bodies six feet high stacked in the recess in the building. These corpses seem to be those of poor shadowborn men and women. Each corpse is spattered with blood with limbs splayed out, piled like rag dolls on top of one another. The smell of blood and feces emanating from the pile is overwhelming.
As Sven leads you around the corner, he says, "Well this is it. More than usual today. The Lord of the Red Door, is hungrier than usual today! Hehe", Sven chokes out a dusty laugh. "Do you think your disk will fit through the alleyway Sir Bran??"
[DM] The alleyway leading back to the cart is 4 feet wide.
"I don't rightly know. I just know he doesn't like to be seen.... and I know that Prince Rolan must be friendly with him, for he sends me here almost every day to pick up the remains of the lord's feasts".
You now notice that each of these corpses has a gruesome hole, six inches across, punctured through the skulls, usually in the center of the forehead with a look of terror permanently burned onto the face. The inside of each skull cavity seems to be hollowed out with a trail of viscera dripping from the opening.
Sven skulks over to the pile and hoists one body, and then another, over each of his shoulders with ease. He then begins to head for the narrow alleyway. Just as the rest of you start to go for a body from the pile, a pair of second-story window shudders snap open directly above you. You cannot see anyone standing in the window though you don't have a good viewing angle. After the shudders stand open for a moment. You hear a female voice scream bloody murder into the night. The scream soon dies away and silence comes from the window once again. Another moment passes, and then a woman's body, dressed in blood-soaked maid's garments comes tumbling from the window like a rag doll, falling with a wet thud on top of the pile. The shudders snap-closed behind the corpse, leaving all of you in awe.
Bran covers his mouth and nose at the stench of the dead bodies, while making a rough guess at the dimensions of the alley. "Aye, by the looks of it, my Floating Disk will fit here. But I should warn ye, it will take a few minutes to conjure as I don't have it immediately available. Do ye wish me to proceed in the summoning ritual or should we just go about without?"
After a short time of lugging the bodies, the cart is now piled high. Sven, picks up the yoke of the cart and wheels it effortlessly backwards out of the alley and into the street. Sven looks to the party in excitement, "Next stop! Tristessa! I long for her so! If I can just know that she has read my letter, I would feel so much better." Sven pushes off toward a large bridge that crosses a small canal into the next district. He yells out, "This way lads!", but you can barely hear him over the sound of a building toppling to the ground a few blocks over.
Sven leads you into what he tells you is "The Fettered Ward" of Gloomwrought. This "entertainment district" seems to have a life of it's own. Some of the buildings and storefronts seem to take on their own emotions -- one with bricks taking the shape of an angry visage and others with devilish spikes protruding from above the doors. Spectacles arise on every corner, and intense sensations lurk down every street.
Creepy open air markets with old wrinkled women selling rotten looking food dot the small side streets. Shadar Kai men dressed in black and white face-paint like ghoulish jesters pierce each other with twelve inch long needles in some bizarre street-art performance. On another corner, a man with no eyes in his empty sockets plays a disjointed tune on a half-busted old crank organ. The melody sets your hairs standing on end.
A black, scaled-looking demon creature with huge leathery wings pushes past you on the street and shoots your party a scornful glance, as a harem of half-naked Shadar Kai women trail along behind him with elegant veils covering their faces. A half-rotten skeleton in swashbuckler's clothes passes by the opposite direction. As he draws nearer you can see bright red-glowing orbs where his eyes should be. He shouts a poorly wrought entendre about bones to a nearby harlot and then chases her off into some dark alley, laughing all the way. Off in the distance you can see the peaks of black and purple-striped circus tents poking over the tops of buildings. You hear the wild laughter, echoing from back alley mixed with the sounds of every pleasure and punishment that you could possibly imagine. It is true madness.
Eventually Sven leads you to a squat building sitting on it's own cobblestone-lined plot beneath the Northern wall of this district. The building has a horseshoe shaped drive that breaks off from the road to circle past the large front door. You can see hundred of bodies hanging on the spikes of the great wall that looms behind the building. Sven pulls his cart up and says, "Here! Yes yes! Here it is!" You can see Sven is boiling over with excitement. "This is the city jailhouse! Go in, ask them to speak with Maiden Tristessa, and please see to it that she get's the letter! It should be visiting hours right now!" Sven nods hopefully at you. He backs his cart to the edge of the road and slowly sets the yoke down on the flagstones. "I'll be right here waiting!"
Since being rebuffed about interfering with the supposed murders, Hildigrim has been cooperative, but silent. His body language, however, has been loud and clear: He does not like this place. It is scary and offensive.
As Flow and Bran head into the jailhouse, Hildigrim sidles up to Sven, speaking quietly, "Sir Sven. Is this place always like this? Full of death and ... insanity? You seem so at ease with it all."
Carrow follows Flow and Bran to deliver the letter. "I hope it doesn't take more than three of us to successfully deliver a letter, but I trust very little in this place."
Hildigrim pitches in as well.
"I can not say this is the way I expected to spend my day." Carrow helps as much as he can.
Strength: 11
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Sven scratches his rotting forehead and says "Well, the cart won't fit 'round the corner, so I don't know if the disc will? The alleyway becomes barely enough for me to stand straight between the two walls".
Sven leads the party around the corner. The alley winds around the building a bit and then recesses into small breezeway at the very back of the building. As you round the narrow alleyway corner you see a pile of bodies six feet high stacked in the recess in the building. These corpses seem to be those of poor shadowborn men and women. Each corpse is spattered with blood with limbs splayed out, piled like rag dolls on top of one another. The smell of blood and feces emanating from the pile is overwhelming.
As Sven leads you around the corner, he says, "Well this is it. More than usual today. The Lord of the Red Door, is hungrier than usual today! Hehe", Sven chokes out a dusty laugh. "Do you think your disk will fit through the alleyway Sir Bran??"
[DM] The alleyway leading back to the cart is 4 feet wide.
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"Sir Sven," Hildigrim says in horror, "what are all these cadavers? And who is this 'Lord of the Red Door' you speak of?"
Flow slides his trident into his pack. It doesn't really fit.
"Not much use for that here."
He helps as best he can.
Strength check: 18
And that's all I have to say about that.
"I don't rightly know. I just know he doesn't like to be seen.... and I know that Prince Rolan must be friendly with him, for he sends me here almost every day to pick up the remains of the lord's feasts".
You now notice that each of these corpses has a gruesome hole, six inches across, punctured through the skulls, usually in the center of the forehead with a look of terror permanently burned onto the face. The inside of each skull cavity seems to be hollowed out with a trail of viscera dripping from the opening.
Sven skulks over to the pile and hoists one body, and then another, over each of his shoulders with ease. He then begins to head for the narrow alleyway. Just as the rest of you start to go for a body from the pile, a pair of second-story window shudders snap open directly above you. You cannot see anyone standing in the window though you don't have a good viewing angle. After the shudders stand open for a moment. You hear a female voice scream bloody murder into the night. The scream soon dies away and silence comes from the window once again. Another moment passes, and then a woman's body, dressed in blood-soaked maid's garments comes tumbling from the window like a rag doll, falling with a wet thud on top of the pile. The shudders snap-closed behind the corpse, leaving all of you in awe.
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Bran covers his mouth and nose at the stench of the dead bodies, while making a rough guess at the dimensions of the alley. "Aye, by the looks of it, my Floating Disk will fit here. But I should warn ye, it will take a few minutes to conjure as I don't have it immediately available. Do ye wish me to proceed in the summoning ritual or should we just go about without?"
Hildigrim looks at the others. "Are we just going to stand here?! People are being murdered upstairs!"
Bran grabs the smallest body and drags it down the alley to the cart. He also inspects the wound, trying to discern anything about it.
[ooc] not sure what you want for a roll, if anything.
Medicine check: 8
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Extremely surprised, Flow swears in Primordial, then looks embarrassed.
He drops the body he is carrying to the cart, then picks it up again and brings it to the cart.
Flow speaks quietly to the others.
"Should we check that out? I mean, that lady just got murdered!"
And that's all I have to say about that.
"While this is certainly disturbing, I'm not sure we have time to investigate and rectify every atrocity that we come upon in this place."
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Flow sighs.
"You're right. We might not be able to do anything, anyways."
He keeps helping with the bodies.
And that's all I have to say about that.
After a short time of lugging the bodies, the cart is now piled high. Sven, picks up the yoke of the cart and wheels it effortlessly backwards out of the alley and into the street. Sven looks to the party in excitement, "Next stop! Tristessa! I long for her so! If I can just know that she has read my letter, I would feel so much better." Sven pushes off toward a large bridge that crosses a small canal into the next district. He yells out, "This way lads!", but you can barely hear him over the sound of a building toppling to the ground a few blocks over.
Sven leads you into what he tells you is "The Fettered Ward" of Gloomwrought. This "entertainment district" seems to have a life of it's own. Some of the buildings and storefronts seem to take on their own emotions -- one with bricks taking the shape of an angry visage and others with devilish spikes protruding from above the doors. Spectacles arise on every corner, and intense sensations lurk down every street.
Creepy open air markets with old wrinkled women selling rotten looking food dot the small side streets. Shadar Kai men dressed in black and white face-paint like ghoulish jesters pierce each other with twelve inch long needles in some bizarre street-art performance. On another corner, a man with no eyes in his empty sockets plays a disjointed tune on a half-busted old crank organ. The melody sets your hairs standing on end.
A black, scaled-looking demon creature with huge leathery wings pushes past you on the street and shoots your party a scornful glance, as a harem of half-naked Shadar Kai women trail along behind him with elegant veils covering their faces. A half-rotten skeleton in swashbuckler's clothes passes by the opposite direction. As he draws nearer you can see bright red-glowing orbs where his eyes should be. He shouts a poorly wrought entendre about bones to a nearby harlot and then chases her off into some dark alley, laughing all the way. Off in the distance you can see the peaks of black and purple-striped circus tents poking over the tops of buildings. You hear the wild laughter, echoing from back alley mixed with the sounds of every pleasure and punishment that you could possibly imagine. It is true madness.
Eventually Sven leads you to a squat building sitting on it's own cobblestone-lined plot beneath the Northern wall of this district. The building has a horseshoe shaped drive that breaks off from the road to circle past the large front door. You can see hundred of bodies hanging on the spikes of the great wall that looms behind the building. Sven pulls his cart up and says, "Here! Yes yes! Here it is!" You can see Sven is boiling over with excitement. "This is the city jailhouse! Go in, ask them to speak with Maiden Tristessa, and please see to it that she get's the letter! It should be visiting hours right now!" Sven nods hopefully at you. He backs his cart to the edge of the road and slowly sets the yoke down on the flagstones. "I'll be right here waiting!"
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Flow pats his pocket, where he remembered the letter was.
"Alright!" he says, and starts into the jailhouse.
And that's all I have to say about that.
Not wanting to wait outside with Sven, Bran follows Flow to the jailhouse.
Since being rebuffed about interfering with the supposed murders, Hildigrim has been cooperative, but silent. His body language, however, has been loud and clear: He does not like this place. It is scary and offensive.
As Flow and Bran head into the jailhouse, Hildigrim sidles up to Sven, speaking quietly, "Sir Sven. Is this place always like this? Full of death and ... insanity? You seem so at ease with it all."
Barrel will stay outside with Hildi and Sven, keeping an eye out for danger coming there way.
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Carrow follows Flow and Bran to deliver the letter. "I hope it doesn't take more than three of us to successfully deliver a letter, but I trust very little in this place."
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